All entries for June 2005
June 08, 2005
Writing about web page http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=8309084493
Why does nothing on the internet work? I just spent fifteen minutes trying to convince paypal that I actually do own a debit card, and that I had got the number right, in the end I just gave up and used the details from a card that expired in September and it all worked.
So the russian army hat is now wending it's way to Fred via that trusted, old-fasioned method of Royal Mail (it should be there by Christmas, I imagine).
But it was then that I saw some other objects the Russian dude was selling – including Russian wives! Which surely is slightly wrong, and just a little disturbing. Anyway, check it out for yourself.
June 05, 2005
Aren't potatoes brilliant? They really are, and you can't go wrong with potatoes. You can microwave them, boil them, bake them, fry them. In fact there isn't a lot you can't do without them. You can have them raw, with garlic, with cheese, with anything. They're fantastic! And really cheap!
In fact, potatoes are so brilliant, I wrote an ode to them. It goes like this…
_Potatoes, the fruit that's really swell
Make up chips and crisps aswell
Come in many different flavours
Potatoes really are a saviour;
When all the eggs and onion's out
There'll be a tattie lying about:
Boil it, bake it, toil to make it
Mash it to and fro
Serve it up and scoff it down
The humble potato!_
(Note the use of artistic liscence – potatoes aren't really fruit!)
And here is Fred's contribution:
_I like potatoes
The P, the O, the tate
Something something something
Potatoes are really great_
Maybe we should write a musical…
June 03, 2005
Don't get me wrong, this isn't about toasters in general, i find these fantastic inventions. Why, we'd have no toast if it wasn't for toasters And then where would we be? Well, I'd be without any breakfast for a start.
My niggle – and that's all it is, a niggle, is that the toaster in our kitchen cannot make normal toast. It either undercooks it or seriously burns it. There's no in-between stage; it just goes straight from bread to charcoal. Surely it's not that hard?
Anyway, until something's done I'll have to use the grill…
June 01, 2005
On to day 3, and I'm realising that I really do have lots to rant about. So much so, in fact, that today it's a double-whammy of a rant because I'm feeling extra bulshy. Which I'll allow, becuase it's my blog. When you get a blog, you can make the rules.
Anyway, so today it's the cleaners. It might just be because my room is next door to the office for, like, all of cryfield, but I've asked other people and it's not just me. They turn up at eight in the morning, and yell at each other down the corridors. And bearing in mind the walls here are made from, like, paper, the shouts of "Hi Stacey, y'alright!?" can be heard quite loudly. Is it so hard to talk in a quiet voice and leave us to sleep? I think not. And it's not even as though they're particularly understanding; we get thrown out of the kitchen whilst cooking so they can clean it and then they throw your NME away because you accidently left it on the table. And they've all got walkie talkies with top-secret codenames. What's that all about? Come on guys, you're not secret agents.
And on the subject of horrible noises, what's up with the fire alarm? Possibly the most ghastly noise ever. A piercing shrill that makes my toes curl. Horrible. And then they test it at random times, like half seven, for just long enough for you to stumble out of bed, put on a dressing gown and get half out the door before they turn it off. How hard can it be to let us know they're about to test them? Then maybe we can stick something in our ears, or leave altogether.
And that is today's rant